Finesse: The Dark Art

Finesse: Chapter 3 - The Dark Art Of Finesse

Episode 3 - The Dark Art Of Finesse

At the very heart of finessing is seduction. It's a sophisticated art, the ultimate form of power and persuasion. It's the ability to get others to unconsciously submit to your will. If executed correctly it's a lasting and effective form of power. Women have been finessing for centuries. Famous Examples include; Bathsheba from the Old Testament; Helen of Troy from Greek mythology; and the greatest of them all Cleopatra of ancient Egypt. These women were the inventors of the art of seduction and ultimately finessing.

The Finesser - First they draw in their unsuspecting target with an alluring appearance, teasing his imagination and stimulating the desire not just for sex but for something far greater - a chance to possess a fantasy figure. Once they have their victim's interest these women lure them away into a world luxury, sceptical and pleasure at their expense.

Stassia, had long since mastered this dark art. Like these sirens of old she ensnares her male victims with effortless charm.

(Afro Beats Music Blaring)

"This club is lit considering I'm not into African music" Amya exclaims loudly in my ear in an attempt to speak over the music

"I know right, this scene is pretty popping. African bouff daddy a plenty too, Stassi it's a playground." I lean in to say to both of them. We all laugh.

Here we are in D'Den nightclub on Finchley Road in London, a truly Nigerian club. A nightclub on par with the likes of the upmarket Privé, Jalouse and Funky Buddha. D'Den is so exclusive it's often frequented by the DJ Cuppy, who happens to be playing tonight. She is the daughter of Femi Otedola, one of Nigeria's richest men. Nigerian Champagne   wars in D'Den have ended with the winner spending £1.1m.

We've been in the club less than five minutes and approach the bar. Waiting to be served a random guy hands Stassia a magnum bottle of Ace of Spades and three Champagne glasses.

"Thank you" we chime simultaneously all smiles

"My pleasure" he replies, returns a smile and walks off

We're out because it's Amya's twentieth birthday in the week. She's spending it with her boyfriend so of course we organise a last minute girlie night out. I've needed time to think about everything that has happened in recent weeks. The flashback and video evidence of Stassia's deceit have been weighing heavy on my mind. So naturally I throw myself into my university work. Besides that unlike rich bitch Stassia and kept woman Amya, I actually have a job in order to support myself. The only reason my mum and I live in the same upper middle class neighbourhood as Stassia is because our house was inherited from my grandfather. We're far from rich. Sure I have a pretty good online following due to the fact that I appear regularly on her insta-famous page. However, I have an absent father and no male sponsor, so I work part time at a Mac Make-up concession.

The three of us circle the club to see who we recognise. We slide through the fairly large crowd like female red-sided garter snakes emerging from hibernation, releasing our pheromones to attract hundreds of males who will then surround us in a gigantic mating ball. Each member of our squad is one hundred - uniquely stunning. Naturally we get a lot of attention. The alpha males in the club like peacocks begin prancing around using their enormous wallets like tail feathers to attract our attention.

After a quick bathroom stop to mainly fix our hair and make-up we decide to stand not too far from the VIP lounge. The typical oversized mean looking bouncer guarding the entrance with a single red rope attached to two poles. We drink we dance and we look cute, it's not long before we're approached.

Mr Adewole or Ade for short. His name meaning king, crown or royalty. He's 29 years old and worth more millions than he's prepared to tell.

He walks past, stops in front of me. Slowly looks me up and down examining every inch of my body. He takes my hand and kisses the back of it.